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Mother Poet on Holiday

I would write a poem but:
Lego Batman needs his arm
putting back on
it’s handwriting practise time
the neighbour has brought over
a rhubarb pie
it’s stopped raining so we should
stride the fields
swallow    some    fresh    air
pork chops won’t cook themselves
someone wants to microwave popcorn
two brothers argue and the third calls
for a mediator

So this was all I managed
before my husband wanted
to show me, he bought a ukelele

Crush

Like Micheal Jackson you give me butterflies Way too shy to look you in the eyes Been a while since i felt this way Just want it to go away I get clingy please don't run away

Another Note to God

I cry and break down a lot I lie and say I'm okay when I'm really not I reminisce and look at my wrist at all the scars I've got When you took my mother at 10 months the heartache started God bless the souls of ALL the dearly departed Please tell me is my child up there?

Life after R*pe

Men make me sick I almost wish they didn't exist Who could ever predict? A tragedy such as this In my own home While alone Tears soak the same pillow where he once laid his head Everyday I am forced to sleep in the same damn bed Where I once drew blood of my attacker Why did I shower later after?

Here I Stand

Here I Stand


I lay still
tortured by the silence
Heart pounding, Palms sweating
Longing for the silence to break before the daemons awake

I lay still
Haunted by their presence
Stomach churning, soul-crushing
Thoughts of despair fill the room

I stand up
To prove them wrong
I will not run from their screams
They do not make me

I stand up
Fighting their lies
Using them for strength
Building my life without them
-B.N. Grace